Can you imagine how wonderful it would be if we were ever alone together, and I had the chance to satisfy my hunger? (Implied fatality and digestion)

I can just imagine how gleeful I’d be as I lazily walk towards you, taking my sweet time and relishing your fear with a hungry gleam in my eyes. My plump potbelly would wobble and shake with each step, letting out a low, ominous rumble as I grew nearer and nearer.

I’d slowly rub the growling dome of soft flesh, sinking my fingers into my own pale, doughy skin, feeling the flab squish beneath my touch as I hungrily lick my lips. Within moments, my curvaceous figure would be upon you, and I’d be pressing my chubby gut against your trembling body, pinning you against the wall as my mouth begins to water. My lithe arms would reach out towards you, and my fingers would gently prod your shivering form

Can you imagine how noisy my belly’s playful grumbles would be as you struggled against it’s weight? I sure can~

Oh, I’d probably giggle wickedly at your futile struggles, before slowly bowing my head, leaning forward to lick your cheek.

I’d just love to slap my belly, and let all of that soft chub jiggle and wobble violently against you as I gaze down at you with a satisfied smile, enjoying absolutely every second of your fearful panic. I’d love every last delicious moment as I slowly lean forward again, letting my hot breath wash over your face as I press my lips against the side of your neck. I’d especially love to taunt you about your fate, and whisper menacingly into your ear, my voice dripping with sadistic glee.

I’d be so delighted to go into exquisite detail over how this his hungry gut would be going to shred you down into a pulp, and how it was going to be slow and painful. It would be so fun, teasing you over the fact that soon you’d become mulch in my guts, like the food that you are.

I’d probably hesitate before actually indulging in my meal, of course. I’d spend a few moments looking hungrily into your fearful eyes, letting the dreadful silence fill with anticipation of the upcoming horrors, before breaking the silence one, final time with my cruelly hungry taunts.

I’d be quite happy to point out that your hopes and dreams mean nothing. I’d carefully tell you that your potential and life is worthless. I’d make sure that you understand that your entire existence had been building up to this point, only to amount to absolutely nothing more than food. I mean, come on, it’s not like I would be robbing the world of anyone important by ending your life. At that point, your purpose in existence would pretty much be nothing more than to feel good and filling as you slide down into my ravenous guts.

Fight all you want gutslut…. It just makes it feel better for me